At the Hour of Zi, when the power of Grand Yin is at its peak, the street lamps in the Six Rings City go out one after another. The vast majority of citizens have already fallen into dreamland as usual, and even the ceaseless roaring of mechanisms in the Mechanism City has quieted down at this moment.
The enormous, spiral-shaped city is entrenched atop the mountain range, its closely packed houses outlining undulating contours in the night like a giant python coiled upon a mountaintop.
Suddenly, a radiance rises from the opposing peak. At first clear and bright, it resembles a parting veil of gossamer amid the slight autumn rain.
Chapter 389